I didn't mean any harm when I hugged him; I definitely wasn't expecting him to react too well considering the type of person he was, but the way he reacted greatly shocked me. After I threw my body on his and held him tight, I felt him hesitate for five seconds; after the five seconds were up, he grabbed me and held me tight. He wrapped his large arms around my body, put his nose to my neck, and sniffed deeply. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered, his voice coming out very husky and harsh, and then, within the next second, he released me from his grip and took two steps away from me.But before he stepped away, I had already noticed something different about him. His body. I noticed how his body hardened under my hold and how his heartbeat increased. I also didn't fail to notice how the mood in the room changed."Your Highness," I called, taking a step closer."You need to stay away from me, Sarah." He took three steps back, creating a bigger gap between us."Your Highness,"
It's been five minutes since Brielle came into my room. She arrived while I was still in the bathroom; I had to quickly put on some clothes. Brielle doesn't look too good. I want to ask her a lot of questions but can't bring myself to focus. Whenever I try to raise a question, I recall my moments with His Highness. How I kept touching myself with his fingers. This is terrible; it's bad. I want to forget that moment, even if it's for an hour. I want to know more about Brielle's experience.I need to calm down. After my short breathing exercises, I turned my attention to Brielle, who was sitting on one of the sofas in the room."Brielle," I called."Brielle," I called again after not getting a reply. She's deep in thought. What is she thinking about so deeply?"Brielle!" I called a third time, raising my voice higher and drawing her attention. "Yes," she jumped, "yes, Mistress." She turned her attention to me."What is up with you? What did they do to you? Have you been maltreated or
"Are you going to wash that all your life?" My stepmother looked into the laundry room and yelled, making me shake in fear."I'll be done with this soon, Ma," I replied, but as expected, she ran closer and grabbed my ear."How many times will I correct you? Don't you ever talk back at me again!" She yelled wickedly and continued pulling and twisting my ear while I struggled to maintain my balance."Is she still on that cloth?" My stepsister immediately came into the room and joined in punishing me. She grabbed my hair and pulled it hard, almost separating my scalp from my head."I apologize, ma," I said in pain and agony. I just want them to let me go. I want them to leave me in peace. All they ever do is hurt me. They hurt me every day without feeling remorse."Yeah, be fast, you weak weirdo," my step-sister, Genesis chuckled. She is obviously enjoying my pain. I am certain that torturing me is what they love doing best. It's their hobby, and if they don't bully me, they'll become v
"What do you want?" One of the palace workers came to me and asked, startled by the question. I paused for a minute before giving an answer."I'm here because of the announcement," I reply, and she scoffs."What announcement?" She looked at me from my head to my feet with a disdainful look.I don't actually blame her; I shouldn't have come in here in the first place; it's ridiculous of me.I look like a malnourished servant—basically, I am a servant in my father's house; this contest is not for she-wolves like me. I shouldn't be here."For the king's breeder," I say, and she bursts out in laughter, and the other workers soon join her. I'm honestly used to this; everyone in the pack knows I haven't shifted. They know that I am wolfless—a less wolf—so they give me this attitude all the time.After some minutes, the palace worker composed herself and faced me again."I'm sorry, but this contest is not for the likes of you. We don't need wolfless beings; we need real she-wolves here, not
"Are you awake now? Do you know where you are?" A voice whispered to me as I struggled to adjust my eyes to the lightning of the room."Where... Where am I...?" Once my vision had fully adjusted to the room's brightness, I forced myself into a sitting position.The lady who had been speaking to me drew closer to me. "You are in the palace; we have been waiting for you to wake up. How do you feel now?""In the palace? Why am I in the palace and not at home?" My stepmother won't like this."You passed out at the ballroom yesterday evening; do you not remember?""Yes... Yesterday evening?" My eyes widened as I turned to face the lady. I can tell from her dress that she is a palace worker. But she seems to be of higher rank when compared to the girls I met outside the gate. She looks older too."Yes.""You mean I've been here since yesterday?" I gasped out again."Yes. Do you not remember?""No... I mean yes, I think I remember a little bit of what happened. I shouldn't be here, though; I
"Where are you coming from? Where have you been? Do you know what time it is? It's two hours before noon. Two hours!""Why are you not speaking, Sarah? Where have you been? I won't ask again."After standing outside my father's house for twenty minutes, I finally decided to go in, but the atmosphere I met inside the house was much more intense than I imagined it'd be. It seemed my stepmother and my father had a fight. I met her fuming and cursing my father when I came in.I don't know why they fought, but I'm happy that they did. Yes, I'm beyond happy. Today is Saturday, so my father is home; he won't be leaving for work today. This means that my stepmother will feel restless throughout today and even tomorrow. They rarely fight, but whenever they do, they don't settle their differences immediately. It takes days and sometimes weeks for them to get back together. This is great! I don't see Genesis around either. She must have left the house when she saw them arguing.She loves my dad
"What... What have you... What have you done?" I gasped as I watched the letter's remains fly to the ground. He tore the letter. Why would he do that? Why did he do this? I know he is the king's Beta, but he has no right. Absolutely no right."Why did you..." I moved my gaze from the remains to him. "Do that to the letter? It's my stepmother's letter. Why did you tear it?""Her majesty is here; go inside." Without providing an explanation, he simply turned around and walked away. I attempted to follow him but halted abruptly upon spotting the queen mother's vehicle.Shit. She's here. I need to go inside.Without wasting another second, I ran into the house and to my room.I need to bathe. I have to. I can't meet the queen looking and smelling like this. I smell like dried sweat. I smell bad. I must look okay if I'm to meet the queen.I was skeptical about meeting her but not anymore. My stepmother's earlier behavior has managed to change my mind about things. I know she doesn't want
"That's a preposterous idea, Your Majesty; commoners are not suited for the royal seat. The royal seat was solely prepared for you." After Her Majesty dropped the bombshell, my stepmother didn't waste a second to say this. I knew she would say this. It would kill her to see me sit beside Her Majesty. It would kill her and her daughter."Watch your tongue, woman; you are speaking to her royal majesty. How dare you use those words on her? Apologize or be punished!" Chief advisor John furiously rebuked her."Please forgive her; she didn't mean it that way." My father stood to his feet and immediately apologized, and then he turned to my stepmother, "What are you waiting for? Apologize to her majesty. Do you wish to be punished?""I... I... I am sorry," with her head lowered in regret, my stepmother shamefully stood to her feet and pleaded for forgiveness. "Please forgive me; I was only concerned about Her Majesty.""Yes, Your Majesty, it will not happen again; please forgive us," my fath
It's been five minutes since Brielle came into my room. She arrived while I was still in the bathroom; I had to quickly put on some clothes. Brielle doesn't look too good. I want to ask her a lot of questions but can't bring myself to focus. Whenever I try to raise a question, I recall my moments with His Highness. How I kept touching myself with his fingers. This is terrible; it's bad. I want to forget that moment, even if it's for an hour. I want to know more about Brielle's experience.I need to calm down. After my short breathing exercises, I turned my attention to Brielle, who was sitting on one of the sofas in the room."Brielle," I called."Brielle," I called again after not getting a reply. She's deep in thought. What is she thinking about so deeply?"Brielle!" I called a third time, raising my voice higher and drawing her attention. "Yes," she jumped, "yes, Mistress." She turned her attention to me."What is up with you? What did they do to you? Have you been maltreated or
I didn't mean any harm when I hugged him; I definitely wasn't expecting him to react too well considering the type of person he was, but the way he reacted greatly shocked me. After I threw my body on his and held him tight, I felt him hesitate for five seconds; after the five seconds were up, he grabbed me and held me tight. He wrapped his large arms around my body, put his nose to my neck, and sniffed deeply. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered, his voice coming out very husky and harsh, and then, within the next second, he released me from his grip and took two steps away from me.But before he stepped away, I had already noticed something different about him. His body. I noticed how his body hardened under my hold and how his heartbeat increased. I also didn't fail to notice how the mood in the room changed."Your Highness," I called, taking a step closer."You need to stay away from me, Sarah." He took three steps back, creating a bigger gap between us."Your Highness,"
It's been three days since we arrived here. Three fucking days of loneliness. Beta Waylen has refused to take me to the king. Every time I asked, he would tell me that the king was busy. He also refused to take me to the servants' quarters to see Brielle. When I asked him to bring Brielle to me, he also refused that request. He said it was not yet time. He asked me to wait till the weekend. Well, today is Saturday. He has assured me that I'll be able to see the king in the dining room today.He said it was mandatory for everyone, both guests and royal members, to eat together at the table. It was mandatory. It was the rule over here."What about Brielle? Will I see her today?" I asked him. He promised to bring her to me after breakfast today. Breakfast is at 10:00am today. It's a few minutes until 10:00am. I am anxiously waiting."Will I see the king's children in the dining room?" I remember asking him this question, and he nodded positively. "They'll be there," his answer was short
We had barely dug into our meals before the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to minus zero degrees. A lady in a white flowing gown walked into the room with a smug look on her face. Who is she? Why does she walk in as if she owns the place? For some reason, I don't feel good about her. It turns out I'm not the only one who feels disturbed by the lady's presence, judging from the expression I see on that princess's face."Hey, she's the one I told you of; I didn't expect her to actually show up," she drew closer and whispered to me.Oh, she's the 'Vee.' The lady who wants to be His Highness's woman.Well, she's not bad-looking, nor is she too beautiful. She's tall and slim, with long hair that surpasses her shoulder length. She has a sharp nose, dark eyes, and high cheekbones and exudes a high-class aura. "You started without me; it's not fair." She walked to the Lycan king and kissed him on his cheek."Hi, Dad, you look younger today; it doesn't seem like you're aging at all
Writer's POV "You want to have sex with me?" Beta Waylen gazed at her."Yes, sir," she shook her head."Okay, come with me." Beta Waylen started moving to his room, and Brielle silently followed him from behind.When they got to Beta Waylen's room, he turned on the room's light and started taking off his clothes."What are you doing?" When he noticed how Brielle wasn't doing anything, he asked her."Huh?" She looked at him, a bit confused."What are you doing? Why aren't you undressed?""Oh, oh," Brielle oohed and began to undress. Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? Brielle wondered as she slowly took off her shirt.She never imagined that he would give in to her easily; she always thought that it would be difficult to get into his bed considering how strict he was. After taking off his clothes, Beta Waylen turned to Brielle, "Do you want to bathe?""Um... no, I'm fine; I showered a while ago," she responded."I'll have one and return quickly; go to the bed after undressing," he spoke
It's been a few hours since we commenced the journey; the king and his beta are riding in the vehicle ahead of us, and Brielle and I are sharing one vehicle. The king said that it would be impossible to ride in one vehicle, and I agree. Riding in the same vehicle will make us uncomfortable. Especially Brielle. She can't stand the king's presence. She makes sure to stay far away from the king whenever she sees him.And you won't believe one thing I discovered before the journey started: at exactly 4:33 am today, I barged into Beta Waylen's room, and when I couldn't find him, I went to His Highness's chambers.I believed that Beta Waylen could be with the king, but when I got to his room, I was disappointed by the news I received. Beta Waylen was making sure that the vehicles were okay. "He is busy," were the king's words.Then he asked me my reasons for seeking him out; I explained my reasons, and he shook his head. "Waylen is not the boy's father," he revealed."What?" I gasped at the
"What are you really trying to say?" After a few seconds of silence, I approached him again. "Are you trying to say that vampires are not horrible?" I asked, glaring at him, I don't know what gave me the guts, but I suddenly felt like arguing with him. "Should I stand there and watch as they attack me?" I asked."Some aren't as horrible as you think," he responded. "Because you've met them? They were probably scared of you," I countered."There's a difference between fear and respect," he sighed."I insist. The vampires are bloodsucking creatures; I've heard of the horrible things they do to fragile humans. We agreed not to kill humans or even frighten them, but the vampires steal them off the street in the middle of the night." Vampires are known to mostly appear at night due to their hate for the sun. The sun does something bad to them; it drains their energy or something. I don't know the entire truth. But the vampires are midnight creatures.The king turned back to his work with
Sarah's POV "Mistress, It'd be best if you returned to your quarters," as if he didn't understand any of my questions, Beta Waylen groaned these words as he made for his door.He unlocked his door and then took his gaze to Atlas. "Do I have to repeat myself?" He stared at him.Seeing this, I came to Atlas's aid, "Beta Waylen! Stop; don't speak to him with that tone; it's not right. And you haven't answered my questions; you promised not to ignore me. You have to answer every one of my questions," I insisted.Exhausted, he returned his gaze to me, "What do you want?""We need to talk.""There's really nothing to talk about, and I'm really exhausted.""I don't care; we have been waiting for a while now," I argued. "What do you want?""Atlas wants to speak to you; he might have something to say," I say, signaling to Atlas."Atlas, tell him everything you want to say to him; he'll do them," I encouraged him."He won't," Atlas shook his head."He will; he's waiting, or do you want us to
Writer's POV Next FridayBeta Waylen was sitting at his usual spot in a bar when Genesis walked in, just like last time; she approached him and sat down beside him. It was late, and there were a few people present in the bar, so Genesis didn't have much problem getting embarrassed by Beta Waylen."Hey," she called and softly touched him, "why are you so lost in thought?" When Beta Waylen noticed her, he let out an exhausted sigh before standing to his feet."You can leave if you like, but I'll keep coming here every Friday. I'll keep coming to you. Are you sure you want to play this hide-and-seek game? Why not hear me out? I promise not to bother you anymore if you just listen to me," as Beta Waylen tried to leave, Genesis spoke to him.Hearing her words, Beta Waylen hesitated for a second, then he continued his journey. When Genesis saw this, she stood up on her feet. "I know you too well; I know the club you frequent; I know all your outing schedules; I'll keep interrupting your bu